# 051 An Opportunity for Growth
# 051 An Opportunity for Growth
'A crazy pervert.'
Oned Bourbon Jirfangfar III.
He was an insane existence.
The Sword Demon Saintess could only think that way.
No matter how sexually open the Land of Darkness was, although people from the east of the continent even called this place the 'Demon Realm (魔界),' she had never seen an existence this sexually crazed.
"Sia, the matches?"
"It's already the 3rd match...."
"Since Ria's match is still a little ways off, I can enjoy myself more. Hup, haah...."
The perverted vampire kept rubbing his cock against the thigh of the woman who resembled Leticia.
She'd thought he had a small frame, but the sight of the absurdly thick cock, so ill-suited to his build, nearly made the Sword Demon Saintess recall a bad memory.
-Hyaaahnn...!! Huh, dying from the Black Dragon's dick...! Hoet, haaht...!!
That day she was utterly defeated by the Black Dragon in the Dragon's Lair.
He hadn't killed her, kept her alive while continuously ramming his dick into her, then had released her at some point. She suspected that dragon's cock had been around that size.
"...Ugh."
She found herself remembering the days when her arms were bound to the ceiling by chains and her feet were fixed to the floor as she was fucked from behind every day.
For Sword Demon Saintess Arwyn, those were moments of both the greatest humiliation and yet the most fulfilled she'd ever felt as a 'woman.'
The cock had something about it, the glans alone being enough to make Arwyn's lower belly burn with heat as those memories resurfaced.
Hidden behind the thigh of the slave named Sia, she couldn't see it well, but compared to the length from thigh to the inner part, it was clearly as thick as a forearm.
'No. Pull yourself together.'
She had to get revenge on the Black Demon Dragon.
She had to capture the Black Demon Dragon, bind his limbs to a bed, then mount him and wring out his semen until the dragon could no longer spit out a breath.
For that, she could never be tempted by another man's cock.
'You could get cursed. Pull yourself together, Arwyn.'
The Black Demon Dragon had cast a curse on any woman he'd taken, ensuring that if she ever had sex with another man, she'd become unable to offer any resistance against the Black Demon Dragon.
The curse of Sex Magic was engraved in the deepest part of a woman's body, so there was no way to dispel it.
To gain revenge on the Rape Dragon with her own hands, she must never have sex.
Wasn't that why she had accepted the position of Sword Demon Saintess, to steel that resolve?
For the day she could one day defeat the Black Demon Dragon in direct combat with a sword.
To train her swordsmanship by sparring directly with the avatar of the Sword Demon God, and for that day she could hold a blade to the Black Demon Dragon's neck.
"......Fwoo."
Arwyn turned her gaze straight ahead.
In the arena, swordsmen seeking to honor the Sword Demon God and prove their skills were fighting with flashy swordsmanship, aiming to defeat, to kill each other.
That swordsmanship—
"Haah, aahh...!!"
"........"
It was an environment where she absolutely could not concentrate.
Every time she tried to focus on the swordsmen's duel, the moans and the lewd fragrance from beside her kept grating on Arwyn's nerves.
"Sia, it seems like you keep getting wet...?"
"N-no, I'm not...!"
"If you say so, then so be it."
...The small vampire with a cock reminiscent of the Black Dragon was continuously driving his cock against the woman who resembled Heavenly Demon Saintess Leticia.
"Sia. Stay still. Try putting your hand under your bottom."
"Uuut...?!"
"Do you want to move? Imagine just pressing down with your ass. If you can make me lose control just once before you finish, I'll stop then. Heh heh."
"......You promised."
She tried not to think about it, but how could she concentrate on the match when it was happening right next to her?
Slip, slip, slip.
Sia placed both hands on the armrests of the chair, pushed her hips back, and began to move her waist.
Her movements, pressing and squeezing him firmly with her bottom as if to crush Jirfangfar beneath it, were reminiscent of a prostitute one might see at a brothel.
'There's no way Heavenly Demon Saintess Leticia would do something so vulgar.'
If Leticia had actually conspired with Jirfangfar beforehand and was doing this to hide her identity, it would be such an absurd and contradictory situation she could only smirk in disbelief.
'Do they think that getting raped by the Rape Dragon is just ordinary rape?'
Getting raped by the Rape Dragon.
The other Demon Saintesses had already experienced it, so they'd proposed the position of Rape Dragon's sacrifice to the Heavenly Demon Saintess.
It was a supreme happiness as a woman that could never be experienced again.
-I, I have a wish.
-What is it?
-I wish the Rape Dragon would rape me and teach me true 'woman's happiness.'
-What kind of bullshit is that?
-Listen. Do you know the autobiography of the Prostitute Empress, who's said to have slept with ten thousand men? The best man written in it was the Rape Dragon who had deflowered her.
-Crazy....
Every woman living in the Land of Darkness wished at least once in her life to be raped by the Rape Dragon.
Just as a man dreams of spending one night with the greatest beauty, it was only natural for a woman, driven by sexual curiosity, to want to spend one night with the man who possessed the 'greatest male cock.'
Given how sexually open the Land of Darkness was, the strangely favorable atmosphere toward the Rape Dragon had spread quite openly.
So much so that although women raped by the Rape Dragon were seen forming relationships with new men, statistics showed that in the end most of them were unsatisfied by the new man's cock.
The idolization of the Rape Dragon's manhood was widespread.
So if that being called Sia was actually Leticia in disguise.
She hated being raped by such an existence, but was fine with having her thighs raped by this perverted vampire?
'There's no way.'
Leticia was a pure virgin.
She would likely have an inherent aversion to sexual acts themselves, and she clearly had a different sensibility from that of ordinary women in the Land of Darkness.
Unless... she had a curiosity about sex but just didn't want to be raped by force.
"Ri-Ria's match is starting...!"
Sia's bright voice rang out.
The audience seats filled with cheers as the two women ascended to the arena stage, and Jirfangfar also let out a cheer.
"Oooohh!!"
Jirfangfar grabbed Sia and rose up.
With his cock still inserted between Sia's thighs, he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her, moving toward the glass window.
"!!"
Arwyn was horrified.
Jirfangfar laid Sia down on the window sill in front of the glass before Ria, then positioned himself as if he were fucking her from behind with the cock he had placed between her thighs.
The width of the window sill was just high enough to reach the chest of Sia, who had her arms folded.
His cock pushed between her thighs stretching back, and Sia, under Jirfangfar's guidance, pressed her knees together, squeezing his cock with her thighs.
"W-wait a moment...! Something like this...!!"
"Stay still."
Smack!
Jirfangfar smacked Sia's ass with his hand.
"Kyaaut...!"
"Now this is a VIP booth. Sword Demon Saintess. Would you mind bringing that fruit bowl this way?"
"......."
The Sword Demon Saintess silently handed the bowl over to Jirfangfar.
The neatly cut fruit was arranged tidily on the plate, and Jirfangfar, his face pleased, placed the plate on Sia's lower back.
Crunch.
Jirfangfar picked up a piece of fruit and ate it himself, then fondled Sia's ass with his hand wet from the fruit's juices.
Smack, smack.
He kneaded her ass with his wet hand while rocking his cock back and forth, and Sia, her head hung deeply forward, only sobbed, her ears turning bright red.
As if she were actually getting fucked.
"......."
Arwyn felt a strange sense of déjà vu.
That posture, as if it was something she herself had once experienced from the Rape Dragon in the past....
'There's no way.'
Perverts all think alike.
Arwyn gave up trying to think about it.
* * *
Sharia aimed her sword at the opponent before her eyes.
"Hmph, to appear in this sacred arena clad in such vulgar attire."
"......."
Sharia had a lot she wanted to say, but she pursed her lips tightly as she scanned the woman in front of her up and down.
A bikini armor that barely covered her breasts and groin.
That was it.
Even the bikini armor itself was only made of cloth, and there wasn't a single piece of metal anywhere on the dark elf woman's body.
"I, Iyelrin of the Black Forest, will not forgive your disgraceful conduct that insults the Sword Demon God."
"Excuse me."
Sharia quietly shifted her gaze to the referee.
"We aren't fighting with our mouths, so couldn't we start the match soon?"
"This wench...?"
Match, staaaart!!
"...!!"
Along with the referee's shout to start the match, the dark elf Iyelrin instantly closed in toward Sharia's chest.
"First of all, I'll strip that coat off of you!!"
Woaaaaaahhh!!
A roar filled the audience seats.
That roar was clearly a cheer of support for Iyelrin, who was trying to slice off the coat covering Sharia's body.
"Hmph!"
Sharia swung her sword as she'd learned.
"Kuhk...?! Not bad!"
"......."
Attacks that were more direct and lighter than her Master, Resek, were far too easy for Sharia to block.
"But can you withstand this?!"
Iyelrin swung her sword like a storm, targeting Sharia's coat.
It seemed she didn't intend to kill her, but Sharia was beginning to get irritated by the persistent sword strikes that aimed to strip off her coat.
The opponent was a woman tipped as a candidate for the championship.
The difference in skill was clear, but Sharia could not afford to lose.
"You bitch-like wench!!"
All the attacks aimed at her were things Sharia had already experienced once.
Stabbing attacks from below upwards, or sword swings trying to cut her back waist, were all combat moves she had learned and trained for through sparring with Resek.
"...You are stronger than me."
She had to acknowledge what should be acknowledged.
Sharia was weaker than Iyelrin.
"But you can't defeat me."
As long as she knew the defensive methods against all the attacks, Iyelrin couldn't beat Sharia with her current speed and strength.
Chaeng!
Sharia's sword strikes, drawing arcs like moonlight, continued to parry Iyelrin's attacks.
Amidst the raging storm, everyone began to gulp dryly at Sharia's sword, which maintained its center and received the attacks without wavering.
Could it be.
The attacks.
Were they failing...?
"Hoot."
Sharia swelled with confidence.
While it wasn't a sure victory against an opponent stronger than herself, she was gaining the upper hand.
This was all thanks to Resek, who was surely watching from the VIP seat over there—
"......Heh."
She could almost hear a squelching sound coming from somewhere.
Below the Rape Dragon, who overlooked her from beneath the glass window.
It was surely opaque glass that prevented seeing inside, but for some reason, Sharia felt as if underneath Resek, Heavenly Demon Saintess Leticia was having sex with him from behind.
"......."
Goooooo.
A red light of mana slowly began to enshroud Sharia's sword.